Fantasy: Invincible From The Full-Level Magic System

"How dare you hurt me?"

Above the sky, Huangfu Zhuo looked at Ye Qingcang in disbelief.

In the long and narrow pupils, apart from shock, there were strands of uncontrollable rage.

Seeing this, Ye Qingcang shrugged indifferently, "So what?"

"You wild dog, court death!"

Huangfu Zhuo let out a growl, and stomped forward, the whole void trembled at this moment.

In the next moment, his figure flashed, like a humanoid weapon, rushing towards Ye Qingcang- brutally.

Seeing this scene, Ye Qingcang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just from Huangfu Zhuo's offensive, it can be seen that this person is an absolute formidable opponent, and it can even be said that he is the strongest opponent he has ever met!

If it wasn't for the Tianxiang Dragon Birth Fruit that allowed him to break through to the ninth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, he might only be beaten passively in this battle, with no chance of winning.

But now, who is strong and who is weak, you will have to go through it before you know!

"Hmph! I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Ye Qingcang snorted coldly, and with a movement of his figure, he rushed towards Huangfu Zhuo with a dark red streamer.

boom!

In just an instant, the two were already approaching each other.

The next moment, the two punched forward at the same time, the terrifying punch squeezed the air, and the entire space shattered like a mirror.

Boom!

At the point of impact, terrifying Yuan Force fluctuations swept across and spread rapidly in all directions.

The blow failed, and Huangfu Zhuo's face showed disbelief.

A mere ninth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm actually blocked his own punch?

"You don't seem to have a lot of bins either!"

Ye Qingcang looked at Huangfu Zhuo in front of him, and said calmly.

"Is this what you rely on? You tried your best to withstand my random punch?"

Huangfu Zhuo looked at the young man in front of him, raised his eyebrows lightly and said.

"Are you trying your best? You can feel it again."

Hearing Huangfu Zhuo's words, Ye Qingcang replied unceremoniously.

"I hope your fist can be as hard as your mouth!"

Huangfu Zhuo looked at Ye Qingcang with cold eyes, and said expressionlessly.

"It's useless to talk too much, let's fight!"

As soon as Ye Qingcang's voice fell, he saw his footsteps stepping forward, and on the front of his clenched fist, the energy was continuously compressed, oscillated, and wanted to burst out!

When that punch reached its peak, Ye Qingcang punched out violently.

When this punch was thrown out, there was an astonishing punching wind, and even the space was slightly shaken.

It was like falling into the water surface of a stone, causing ripples, and a piercing sonic boom, which exploded under the fist.

"The Artistic Conception of Fist, the third level?"

Huangfu Zhuo noticed the tyranny of this punch, and his complexion changed slightly.

Unexpectedly, such an ant in such a rural place would comprehend the true meaning of a martial art to the third library at the fifth level of Lingwu Realm.

But do you think this is enough? The third level of fist intent is not the capital to let you do whatever you want!

Suddenly, Huangfu Zhuo slapped out a palm, and the sky-blue energy surged, with a terrifying momentum.

boom!

The moment the fists and palms collide, the void is shaken at this moment.

The figures of Ye Qingcang and Huangfu Zhuo trembled.

But in the next second, Ye Qingcang pounced again, and countless fists roared out, bombarding Huangfu Zhuo overwhelmingly.

Huangfu Zhuo's face was gloomy, and he did not give in at all, but he also greeted him head-on.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thus, above the void, the two figures staggered wildly, their fists shaking hard, and every confrontation would cause the howling wind and ripples in the space.

In just a few minutes, Ye Qingcang and Huangfu Zhuo had fought for hundreds of rounds like lightning.

At this moment, the two of them have already fired real fire, and their shots are full of killing techniques, with murderous intent surging!

The shocking battle between the two attracted a series of berserk Yuanli impacts, and then swept them in all directions.

Boom!

It was another deadly move, the figures of both of them trembled, and then they shot backwards.

At this time, Huangfu Zhuo's face was gloomy and terrifying.

He didn't expect that this kid would be so monstrous?

Not only is the third level of boxing intent, but also the third level of fighting intent.

In his original idea, the ants at the ninth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm could be destroyed by themselves, and they would definitely be able to defeat them with a destructive attitude.

However, the reality is somewhat different from what was expected.

He didn't understand, could this person really be from that country?

And what is so special about this place called Xueyue Kingdom?

First, a natural sword spirit appeared, and then such an unbelievable evildoer appeared.

……ask for flowers……

but!

No matter how evil this son is today, he must die!

"I have to admit, you are indeed somewhat beyond my expectations!"

Huangfu Zhuo looked at Ye Qingcang, but at the moment he looked a little calm.

The next second, Huangfu Zhuo continued to speak, "However, let's stop here. Let me finish you myself!"

Seeing this, Ye Qingcang did not back down, he looked directly at Huangfu Zhuo, and replied word by word, "Anyone can say big words, let me see what you have in the end?"

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying Yuan force could be seen flowing out of Huangfu Zhuo's breath.

He closed his palms together suddenly, then slowly opened them, and saw a long halberd shining with black light gradually emerge.

Mysterious low-grade Spiritual Weapon——Sky Fiend Spear!

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"Since you have laid out all your cards, then I should let you see my cards as well!"

Unexpectedly, after Huangfu Zhuo finished speaking, Ye Qingcang smiled mysteriously.

"Who said this is all my cards!?"

As soon as the words fell, a spiritual gun that seemed to be burning with flames suddenly appeared in Ye Qingcang's hand.

It is the low-grade spiritual gun of the Xuan rank——Youhong gun!

Holding the Youhong Spear, Ye Qingcang's aura is like the smoke of a canceled wolf, stirring up the situation.

A burst of Ling Tian's spear intent suddenly exploded, like a substance, turning into surging waves, and slapped towards Huangfu Zhuo.

"Spear intent, the fourth level?!??"

Seeing this scene, the corner of Huangfu Zhuo's mouth couldn't help twitching.

At this moment, he was a little speechless, not knowing what to express.

The true meaning of the three major martial arts are all above the third level.

Does this son have other means?

It seems that if you are not serious, you may fall into the gutter.

Thinking of this, Huangfu Zhuo's body suddenly burst out with a monstrous aura.

Just like a torch in the dark night, people can't forget it once they see it!

Afterwards, wisps of martial arts true meaning steamed up from behind him, sitting beside him clearly.

Ye Qingcang cast his eyes, and suddenly found a colorful streamer dancing behind Huangfu Zhuo.

"The artistic conception of the palm, the third stage!"

"The artistic conception of wind, the third stage!"

"The artistic conception of the gun, the fourth stage!".